Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-01-27
Pickrell praised the young shop girl for
the good sale she had made.

the good sale she had made.
You'll be valuable hand in time
said she. 1T isn't often we get a
chance to sell a silk pattern like that.
Folks mostly go on Broadway fol their
expensive dresses, she added. with a
sigh.
Carry was very tired when she came
home in the frosty October dusk. The
store did not close until ten, but the
girls took turns, two by two, to stay
after sunset, and Carry's turn fortu-
nately did not come until the next
night.
When she reached home Uncle VOL
sey had the lamp lighted and the kettle
boiling for tea, and was slicing off
some canned corn beef, and 'minding'
the toast before the fire at the same
time.
1t looked CHEEKY and pleasant Car
ry drew long sigh of relief.
How nice it is to be at home, Uncle
Wolsey y she cried. DO let me make
the toast ! And, oh it hasn't been
such a very hard day. after all. And
Mrs. Pickrell says I've made the best
sale she has had for week. Such a
han dsome young man. Uncle Wolsey!
and he treated me as if | were a prIn
cess instead of a working girl, and
Stop, stop = said Uncle Wolsey,
pausing with the knife still in his hand.
'I've had good-looking young man
here, too, Garry. Needn't think you
have got monopoly of articles. What
do you think of your poor mothers
cousin from the seal-fur fisheries in
Alaska ? And what do you think of
his bringing these things here as a
present for you and mech p
Uncle Wolsey laid down the knife,
and carefully busting his hands on the
roller towel, drew forth fIom the bu.
reau drawer a seal.brown silk dress
pattern, and a pair of fur-lined gloves,
wrapped around with a spotted silk
neck muller.
why, Uncle Wolsey-' almost
shrieked Carry.
Whats the matter p said the old
man. Amt they pretty ? Oughtn't l
to hare taken 'em p
It's the very man. said Carry. Il
sold them to him this afternoon
Hey p said Uncle Wolsey.
AT the store,' said Carry. 'Oh, Un-
Gle Wolsey ! And is he really my
cousin ? l am so glad
Glad of what l? retorted a strong,
CHEEKY voice, and in came the myster-
ious stranger himself. why, | de-
Glaze he c.ied, If there isn't the little
girl who sold me the things to day
Glad that you are my COUSIN said
Carry, with a mischieyous smile and a
low courtesy. Because-because |
thought you were very pleasant and
kind
And | thought SAID the stranger
But no, l won't tell you what
thought. How do you do cousin p
Il am so glad you chose the seal
brown silk y demurely observed Car
ry. 'What should have done with a
blue or pink silk =
1t would have looked very we'll on
you, said the cousin meditatively eye
ing her, blue would have matched
your eyes, pink, your cheeks
Just my sentiment chuckled Uncle
Wolsey. Come, young folks-come;
tea is ready. And the toast is getting
cold
Not until the visitor had taken his
leave did Uncle Wolsey, smoking his
pipe before the fire. impart to Carry AZ
additional piece of news.
What dye suppose Mr.. LennOx told
me he came down TO the State for,
Carry2'
Pm sure l don't know said Garry
inhocently.
To get him a wife!' said Uncle VOL
sey.
'Oh' said Carry, shading her face
from the fire. Il am sure ! hope he
will be successful!'
The three banged hair young nader
at Pickrell's Emporium subscribed e
buy a Bohemian glass colygne set fol
Garry Wallingford's wedding present;
but they murmured much among them
selves because this golden stratum Of
luck had not come to them.
We're just as pretty as she,' sale
they; and much prettier. some folks
would say. And why couldn't the Gus
toner have fallen to our lot?'
There are some questions which Gu
pid alone can answer. And he, the
winged rogue is Obstinately SILENT
Helen Forest GraUes.
A Story Without End.